One Piece: Starting with Sharingan, First Mate Uchiha

Under the guidance of Kemi and Papagu.

The Straw Hat crew carried Sanji, who was still gushing blood from his nose like a human fountain, as they navigated the maze-like, intricate coral reef paths.

Thanks to the mermaids' natural familiarity with the terrain, the group managed to shake off the large number of Sea King's troops that were following them without any real danger.

The group ran all the way and finally arrived at Kemi's usual workplace.

The Mermaid Cafe is located in the most bustling area of ​​Fishman Island.

Pushing open the shell-decorated door, everyone met the shop manager.

It was a huge, short-haired mackerel shark mermaid named "Madam Shirley".

She wore a long black robe, exuding a languid and mysterious aura.

The group hurriedly settled Sanji, who had lost too much blood, on the large, soft sofa in the coffee shop.

The crisis had just passed, but Luffy showed no signs of tension. He patted his empty belly and carelessly complained loudly that he was hungry.

Zoro, with his hand on the hilt of his sword, carefully surveyed the surroundings of the café with sharp eyes, wary of potential dangers.

Usopp, on the other hand, smiled broadly and bowed repeatedly as he apologized to Mrs. Shirley.

They stated that they absolutely did not intend to barge in and cause trouble; they just wanted to find a place to stay for a while and would leave once things calmed down.

Mrs. Shirley's cold eyes swept over the group of uninvited guests.

She recognized them at a glance as the Straw Hat Pirates with their astonishing bounties.

She didn't speak, but simply brought the long pipe to her lips, took a deep drag, and then slowly exhaled.

This ambiguous attitude can be seen as an admission that the pirates are staying for a short time.

Then, Chopper jumped onto the sofa with his medical kit on his back and anxiously gave Sanji a full-body checkup.

As soon as the examination was completed, the little reindeer's face turned deathly pale.

He shouted in a panic, "Something's wrong! Sanji's blood loss is so severe it's life-threatening!"

"His blood pressure is dropping rapidly. If he doesn't get a blood transfusion immediately, Sanji will really die from blood loss!"

Upon hearing this devastating news, everyone panicked.

Kemi looked troubled and reluctantly explained the cruel law of Fishman Island to everyone.

This stems from the long-standing hatred stemming from humanity's relentless hunting and enslavement of the fish-men throughout history.

Fish-men and mermaids are strictly forbidden from giving blood transfusions to humans; this is an inviolable rule on Fish-Man Island.

The other merman waiters in the café all felt sorry for the human chef who was on the verge of death.

But faced with the strict law, they all looked at each other in bewilderment, not daring to violate this ironclad rule and lend a helping hand.

Seeing Chopper pacing anxiously with tears welling up in his eyes, Victor sighed and stepped forward.

"I'll give it a try, Chopper."

Viktor extended his right hand, and a layer of vibrant green chakra light instantly appeared on his palm.

The Palm Immortal Technique is activated.

Viktor placed his glowing palm steadily on Sanji's chest.

A surge of immense life force, like sweet rain, instantly flowed into Sanji's body.

He forcefully stabilized his rapidly deteriorating vital signs, restoring a sliver of color to Sanji's otherwise deathly pale face.

"Your heart rate and blood pressure have stabilized!"

Chopper shouted with delight, but then frowned.

"However, this power still cannot create matching blood out of thin air."

"To help him recover quickly, he needs a blood transfusion of the same blood type!"

Without delay, Chopper and Franky rushed out of the coffee shop and went out into the streets to find humans with the same blood type.

Fortunately, they hadn't been out long when they caught two transvestite pirates who happened to be passing by at a street corner.

Through Franky's "physical persuasion," the two successfully drew enough blood from Sanji for a transfusion, averting this absurd life-threatening crisis.

After the crisis was over, the café returned to calm.

Mrs. Shirley leaned back in her chaise lounge, puffing on her pipe, her gaze languidly surveying the legendary "madmen."

Kemi walked over with the coffee and solemnly introduced herself to everyone:

"Don't underestimate the store manager, everyone."

"Madam Shirley is the most famous fortune teller on Fishman Island, possessing a 100% accurate fortune-telling ability."

"She accurately predicted the beginning of the Great Pirate Era!"

Hearing the words "100% accurate"

Nami, who had been sitting to the side drinking juice, suddenly brightened up with her beautiful eyes.

She put down her cup, rested her chin on her hands, and recalled the three months she spent on the sky island, a faint blush creeping onto her cheeks.

Nami secretly thought with delight, "100% accurate?"

"Could I ask her to do a divination to find out how many children I'll have with Victor?"

"Will it be a boy or a girl...?"

Just as Nami's mind was filled with romantic fantasies, Mrs. Shirley spoke up.

She said she originally wanted to make an exception and tell the fortune of the new era's focus—Straw Hat Luffy.

However, Luffy refused without hesitation.

He casually rested his hands behind his head, grinned, and said:

"I don't want to know!"

"If you know in advance what the adventure will be like, then it's completely pointless!"

Mrs. Shirley, having been rejected, exhaled a white smoke ring, her eyes becoming somewhat enigmatic.

Then, she slowly turned her gaze to Viktor, who had been sitting quietly next to Nami.

When Victor noticed the gaze and opened his eyes, Mrs. Shirley felt a sudden, inexplicable, intense heart palpitation.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, an irrepressible and intense curiosity rising within her about this group of unconventional young people.

Driven by a diviner's instinct to pry into fate, Mrs. Shirley turned away.

She secretly took out her treasured divination crystal ball, wanting to bypass Luffy's rejection and secretly see through this group of people, especially Luffy's fate on this island.

Thick white mist began to swirl inside the crystal ball.

Mrs. Shirley lowered her head, her deep gaze fixed on the sphere.

At first, the images inside the crystal ball were just blurry and chaotic, as if a powerful force was interfering with the course of fate.

But then, as the fog cleared, she saw a terrifying sight that sent chills down her spine.

In the divination scene, the entire beautiful and bountiful Fishman Island was engulfed in a raging, world-destroying fire.

The Dragon Palace, symbolizing the highest power on Fishman Island, collapsed and shattered in the flames, turning into ruins.

In the center of that boundless sea of ​​fire, Luffy, wearing a straw hat, stands silently on the charred ruins with his back to the camera.

But that's not the worst part.

In the scene, above Luffy, the entire azure sky of the deep sea is completely swallowed up by an endless darkness.

In that absolute darkness that seemed capable of crushing all laws, a terrifying eye, as large as a star and covered with rings of pale purple ripples, slowly opened.

That eye is coldly looking down at the burning Fishman Island!

Mrs. Shirley stared in horror, her fish scales trembling all over her body.

The pipe she usually held tightly in her hand fell to the hard floor with a "thud," scattering ashes everywhere.

"hiss--!"

She couldn't help but gasp in surprise.

At the same time, the crystal ball carrying the prophecy, under the impact of that strong premonition, actually developed a glaring crack on its surface.

"Snap!"

The sharp sound of shattering glass was particularly jarring in the otherwise quiet coffee shop, startling everyone instantly.

Everyone stopped talking and turned to look at the store manager, who was trembling and completely out of control.

"What happened?"

"What is it, Mrs. Shirley?"

When Kemi saw the crystal ball crack, she rushed forward in a panic and asked what was wrong.

Meanwhile, Victor, sitting on the sofa, seemed to have keenly sensed something.

He wasn't angry about being spied on.

Instead, Victor turned his head slightly, his gaze passing over the crowd, and looked with a smile at the pale-faced Mrs. Shirley.

A meaningful smile slowly curved the corners of his lips on his handsome face.